Deep Dark Dangerous Book Novels & Stories

"Why are you having a bad trip?" He sighed. His hand fell on his side. I folded the book and laid it on my side. He watched me darkly. This is how to get the attention of a Rustov Melgarejo, huh? If that's the case, then I'm willing to get all your goddamn books. "I hope you just go straight to your house." "Why else?" I laughed bitterly. "No one's waiting for me there anyway." His mouth tightened but his expression also softened. He sighed deeply and set his things aside. It looks like he will continue doing that later.

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

"Seo-yeon Lee! Where are you?! Seo-yeon! Please, answer me!", I turned around to follow the sound only to find darkness surrounding me from everywhere. "Where am I? Who is calling me? Why is this place so scary and dark?", I murmured to myself. " Seo-yeon Lee!", I heard the same deep voice."Why can't I move my body? I'm scared. Wait a minute, this sound, it sounds familiar. Very much familiar. Is it that boy named Ryung Gwan's voice?", I inquired as I tried my best to follow the sound.

Sophia came again, screaming his name as her walls squeezed him tightly. Damien kept thrusting through her orgasm. His breathing became rough and ragged. This was only the beginning of their dangerous game.

he breathed, resting his forehead against mine. I felt his breath on my face, felt his gaze rather than seeing him, he was that close. And it was ... pleasant. His fingers gently running through the hair on the back of my neck, his body pressing lightly against me. He was lying next to me and yet I had the feeling he was holding me prisoner. I swallowed at the thought. He really held me, but it wasn't uncomfortable. "Do you know Danger-Stop?" Danger stop? I frowned. What should that be? And why did he ask me that now? "Is that a computer game?"

My wolf muttered under her breath, and I swallowed hard, wondering if he was the only one different or if it could even be that he had evil thoughts. "Selene, can we leave here now? It is getting darker!" She exclaimed, and with all my strength and speed, I bolted off, jumping over the dead, mangled bodies of those boys that almost raped me. Gosh, their deaths weren't any better. That vampire really tore them apart mercilessly.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

Tonight, for once, it was empty. “Wow.” Vivian’s reverent whisper drifted through the still air as we stepped inside. I closed the doors behind us, cocooning us in hushed silence. Thousands of books stretched up and across three walls toward the cathedral ceiling like a leather-bound forest complete with rolling ladders and wooden handrails. Five larger-than-life stained-glass windows stood sentry over assorted seating areas and desks lit with vintage brass and emerald lamps. The ceiling itself was carved with the house crests of the club’s founding families, including the distinctive twin Russo dragons.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?